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FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS TO deal with… the fucker that just stole her phone. Odie is not gonna let him get away with that. She just got here and she can’t be losing shit already. Especially not something like her phone, it’s very important tech. Not to mention all the photos she has saved to her camera roll.
With zero hesitation, Odie takes off after the bald headed bastard. Onlookers are slightly terrified as a six foot tall girl, made taller by insanely high platforms, screams through Times Square. They give her a wide berth, which is helpful for Odie and bad for the bastard she’s hunting.
Panicking, the thief turns down an alley. Lucky for Odie, it’s a dead end.
“Listen here, you fucker. I just got here and I am so not in the mood for your fuckery. I’m gonna curb stomp your arse so hard.”
She threatens. For good measure, she stamps her booted foot on the concrete and the thief actually looks like he might cry.
“Whoa, that’s some pretty strong language. Maybe we can all calm down, down there?”
Some random suggests, trying to defuse the situation. But Odie is not having it.
“Oi, this doesn’t concern you. Fuck off, won’t ya?”
She snarls.
“Wow, you’re a feisty one. I like her. Raph, can we keep her?”
That same person asks. He’s seemingly not alone.
“No. We’ve already got your annoying arse to keep in line.”
“Naw, that’s mean big brother. I’m telling April.”
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
Odie groans, finally piecing things together.
“Hey, language.”
The orange coated turtle chastises.
“Oh shut up Angelo. Just take me to wherever your lair’s at these days. Dee’ll fix this fuck up.”
Odie wipes her face tiredly.
“Uh, say what now?
The three present turtles gape at her, completely thrown.
Okay, time for a backtrack.
Odie did not start the day in this city. Well, she did. But it was a very different city when she went to sleep in the wee hours of the morning in Donnie’s lab after helping him on some device. It might’ve been something to replicate Mikey and Leo’s portals, maybe. The details are fuzzy.
Side note, being left in her dad’s genius mad scientist friend’s care all through her childhood has really messed up her sleep schedule.
Anyway. Odie woke in the middle of Times Square and was very confused to see a old movie advertised for premiere. But she’s used to crazy shit happening, her dad is one of the saviours of New York— cough, the whole world, cough. She was content to just go with the flow until a solution showed itself. But then some bald headed fucker decided to steal her phone and now… now she’s faced with what looks like the younger versions of her dad’s friends.
Odie gets a serious sense of second hand deja vu, if that’s a thing. This must be something very similar to how her father felt when he was sent back from the obsolete apocalypse future.
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PATROL IS GOING GREAT. DONNIE doubted they could do anything without him, but they’re showing him! They’ve stopped like three seperate crimes so far. Raph’s proud of them.
Yeah, he misses having his brother out with them but sickness spares no one. It’s better if Donnie stays in the lair and sleeps off his headache, even if he was a pain about being left behind.
“Listen here, you fucker.”
Raph hears and pulls his brothers to a halt. Down in the alley below them, a middle aged bald man is quivering in fear against the bricks. A rather tall young woman stands at the mouth of the alley.
She is an intimating sight, with her dyed green hair pulled back in severe braids, eyebrow piercings, a nose piercing, and what looks to be tattoos poking out from beneath her torn blazer and skirt. The massive platform boots are another terrifying addition to the picture, they add even more height to her already staggering frame.
“I’m gonna curb stomp your arse so hard.”
She threatens. For good measure, she stamps her booted foot on the concrete and the bald man looks like he wants to cry. Leo decides to intervene, this is right up their — ha— alley. He drops between the angry woman and her victim.
“Whoa, that’s some pretty strong language. Maybe we can all calm down, down there?”
He offers.
“Oi, this don’t concern you. Fuck off, won’t ya?”
She snarls, eyes still focused on catching the terrified bald man.
“Wow, you’re a feisty one. I like her. Raph, can we keep her?”
Leo asks, grinning as his brothers finally arrive on the ground.
“No. We’ve already got your annoying arse to keep in line.”
The eldest brother frowns.
“Naw, that’s mean big brother. I’m telling April.”
Leo pouts.
There’s a long groan and the woman actually slaps a hand across her face.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
She seems so done.
“Hey, language.”
The orange coated turtle chastises.
“Oh shut up Angelo. Just take me to wherever your lair’s at these days. Dee’ll fix this fuck up.”
The woman huffs, delicately stomping over to stand right beside them— if that even makes? Raph’s pretty sure that’s what Donnie would call an oxymoron but whatever.
Raph’s not the only one thrown by this woman. She seems to know them. On closer inspection, Raph notices she has a pin with their Mad Dogz symbol on her skirt. Odd.
“Uh, say what now?”
The three turtles gape at her, completely thrown.
They have serious sense of deja vu. This is very scarily similar to when Casey appeared to them, having been sent back from his apocalyptic future. They do not like the implications of having another person suddenly appear with intimate knowledge of them.
“Oi! Don’t let that fucker get away. He stole my phone. It’s Genius Tech and y’all know how Dee gets about strangers havin’ his shit.”
The woman scowls, pointing at the bald headed thief trying to sneak past them while they’re distracted with each other.
He’d thought to use the turtles well meant attempt at a rescue, glad they’d come to the wrong assumption. But this woman is not so easily fooled. Now, he is faced with three mutant ninjas and a psycho woman. He really regrets swiping her phone now, she’d just looked so distracted and that was the perfect target in the pickpocketing game.
“Get ‘im!”
Raph rallies his brothers and it takes all of three seconds for them to take him down. It takes no skill, they simply all jump on him and bury him beneath their pile on.
Their new friend— potential time traveler from the end of the world— squats beside the pile and plucks her phone from the thief’s pocket. Then she full decks him and sends him into unconsciousness.
“Let go, boys. I’m sure we’ve all got questions.”